#i think it would be very funny if he could cart them all around in tamagotchis

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[writingoddess1125]

You Remind Me

Shanks and Vivican OOC and Luffy

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Also obviously not Canon but fun to think about!

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Shanks stood in the hallway as he leaned next to Vivian's bedroom- it had been only a week since she had moved in with him on the ship. She had been polite but very quiet, meeting all of the crew however she had spent most of the time in her bedroom hiding. At night Shanks knew she was crying- he left like a worthless father truly... taking a breath he worked up some courage.

"Hey Vivian?..." He said softly and knocked on the door gently, waiting for a second before opening the door and looking inside. Seeing Vivian sitting on the bed reading through one of her mother's book clearly in a daze it seemed. His movement snapping her from her thoughts as she gaze a light lipped smile at him.

"Hey Vi- Uh we are heading to shore soon to meet up with someone I'd really like you to meet" He asked, She nodded softly at this and set the book aside. Shanks sighed at this and walked over taking a seat next to her on the bed, shifting a bit as he turned to look at hia daughter.

"I know this has been tough for you Vivian and I'm sorry... I-I want to make this a gold envirment for you but I understand if you want to be alone for a while.. but just know I'm here for you whenever you need it" He said softly, watching how Vivians eyes began to water as he said this, she nodded as tears rolled down her cheeks. He wrapped his arm around her as she leaned into him and silently cried.

"I'm sorry my dear..." He whispered, knowing that there were no words to bring you back to them but he would make sure your legacy lived on happily.

A few hours later the crew landed on the small island and started to dispurse to either the pub or getting supplies for the Ship. Vi being quiet the whole time as she followed Shanks out to the markets so she could pick things she liked and he giving her some Berries to spend for herself.

Walking off to a food cart she decided to get some meat on the done for herself and smiled as the vendor handed her the large treat.

"Good choice that's my favorite!" A cheerful voice sounded next to her, looking up to see a lengthy teen holding 3 in his own hands. She giggled since he looked so odd to her paired with the Strawhat on his dark locs.

"It's my favorite too, But I couldn't eat three of them" She said with a cheerful smile as she pointed to the ones in his hand. He laughed at this clearly amused by her words- However he paused and cooked his head to the side.

The teen squinted at her in confusion stared at Vivian, kneeling down and squinting his eyes as he stared at the little girl- Who looked at him in confusion and a bit intimidated by the stranger now way too close and stating at her funny.

"You remind me of someone-" He hummed squinting his gaze further. Tapping his chin as he stared hard at Vivian who was looking at the weird teen in question.

Shanks turned the corner trying to see where his daughter had wondered off to- Before he smiled brightly at the sight before him.

"Do my eye deceive me! Luffy!" Shanks laughed as he pushed the hat onto the teens head further with a laugh, Luffy looking up at Shanks with a wide smile.

"Shanks!" He yelled out with a laugh, Hugging his mentor who stumbled back and patted his back calmly.

"Luffy! Look at you" He said with a proud laugh as Luffy pulled back with a happy grin, Vivian staring at the duo with a raised eyebrow.

"This here is my daughter Luffy. Vivian this is Luffy! He's essentyally like your older brother" He said with a wide smile proudly showing off Vivian who shyly smiled and waved at Luffy.

"It's nice to meet ya Vivian!!" He said cheerfully ruffling her red locs which made her giggle.

"You know you're set up to see such amazing adventures Vivian with one of the best crews out there! Just wait- Shanks has had crazy adventures hell I've fought Fishpeople in a amusement park, Saved villages, Beat marine bases and met with pirates that are things of legend. Youre adventures are just starting" Luffy said with a grin, clearly good with kids and making them smile.

"Wait you really did that?" She said amazed, smiling as Luffy who nodded.

"Of course! I'm going to be King of the Pirates!" He said cheerfully which made her eyes widen at that. Shanks chuckled at this and placed a hand on Vi's head gently.

"Pretty amazing right?" He said with a chuckle as she nodded enthusiastically, Shanks noticing how much more cheerful she was while talking to Luffy.

After some talk between them all and Luffy updating Shanks proudly on his life the Older pirate felt the need for a beer starting to peek. Patting Luffy on the shoulder proudly.

"Im proud of the man youve grown into Luffy, We will need to depart and we are going to go to the market to finish getting supplies" Shanks said calmly, Vivian pulling on his sleeve nervously.

"Uh Dad? Can I hang out with Luffy today? I wanna hear more about his adventures!" She said cheerfully with a new sparkle in her eye.

Shanks had seen that sparkle before- That wash of inspiration that had bloomed in his eyes, in Luffy's eyes and now his Daughters.

Truthfully he didn't know if he should be proud or really frightened at how interested she was in being a pirate now.

"Well alright I suppose, Just remember we are heading out tommorow morning Vi" He said with a smile, She nodded excitedly at this and went with Luffy who had already started to talk her ear off and the two ran off. Shanks standing there with a small smile on his face, and a but of worry to his heart.

Vivian spent the whole day talking with Luffy's crew, Meeting every single one of them and exploring the ship. A bright smile on her lips that reminded him of you, the way she giggled and her growing excitement at every turn.

Luffy took on a older brother roll, even picking her up and running around with her like the ADHD kid he was as- entrusting her to even wear his straw hat which she wore with pride and care as they roamed around all day.

After Sanji had cooked a large seafood pasta dish for the crew and guest she ended up falling asleep soundly. Luffy carrying Vivian out back to Shanks ship who was holding his crew getting the last of the supplies they would need. Chuckling at the sight of Luffy carrying his daughter wearing his old hat.

"Looks like quite the adventure" Shanks said amused, Luffy giggling as he carefully took his hat off Vivian who didn't even stir from her sleep and transferring her to Shanks.

"Yeah, We had a lot of fun today! Honestly she is a natural. Took up to navigation with Nami and all of that" Luffy said with a laugh clearly prideful in having spent the day with Vivian. Shanks smiled at this as he told Luffy to hang back while he put Vivian to bed.

When Shanks returned from tucking Vivian in bed he went back to meet Luffy, seeing the young man leaned against the railings staring out fondly.

"Shes going to be great, I can already see it" Luffy said with a chuckle, messing with the ties of the hat calmly as he thought fondly- Shanks chuckling at this and nodded in agreement.

"I can see it, you really inspired her Luffy and brought her some happiness" He praised, earning a big goofy smile from him.

"You know when I become Pirate King, I did swear to return the hat to you. But who knows! Maybe it will go to the next red head" Luffy said with a joking laugh, Shanks rolling his eyes as he shoved the hat further down on the lads head making him laugh again.

"Maybe it will, Maybe it will.."

[morgana-larkin]

Hey,your fics are amazing, just binged read the oneshots and can't wait for the next chapter of 'worth it'.

But here's a small prompt, maybe mel and r is not close,r is an 8th grade teacher like Jacob but rarely even stops by the break room. She's only friends with him, Mel thought maybe r doesn't wanna be friends with the elementary staff so she let her be. Then one day when Mel is doing groceries, she bumps with r, realizing she goes to the same day and same store when doing groceries. They greet each other politely when they cross paths but Mel thinks it's ridiculous how they see each other on a grocery store but not in the very place of their employ where they work together. Then after like months of that, Mel and r cross paths again as usual, and was like 'hey kid,how come we see each other here and not in school'

Hey, thank you for the prompt, I thought the idea was super cute ☺️. I’m glad you’re liking my one shots enough to binge all of them! That comment made me smile, and the next chapter of ‘Worth It’ will be out soon, possibly tomorrow. I would have had this out this morning but I kept changing the beginning because nothing fit. Anyway, here’s the story, it’s short and sweet. Not edited in the slightest as always. Hope you like it!

On another note, I have 2 prompts that I’ll be working on after I finish the chapter of Worth It. So if you sent me a prompt yesterday, don’t worry, I’ll be working on it.

Grocery Store Rendezvous

Warnings: none

Words: 1.5k

« Hey y/n! Are you going to stay and chat with us today? » Jacob says as you enter the break room. You only enter the break room to get coffee but then you always leave right after. You look and see Melissa looking at you, eyeing you curiously.

« Nope, just came to get coffee. I got to grade some tests today, especially with report cards coming up. » you say to him.

« You know one day you’re going to come in here and stay. » Jacob says, teasing you a bit.

« Maybe, but that day is not today. » You say , pouring the coffee in your mug then you go to leave.

« When that day comes, I’ll take a picture. » he tells you and you smirk.

« That doesn’t make me want to stay even more. » you tell him and give him a little salute on the way out.

The truth is you don’t stay because of Melissa. She scares you but in the best way. From the first day you started working here a year ago, you were actually stunned by her beauty.

You don’t see her much though since you’re an 8th grade teacher and teach on the second floor. You became friends with Jacob since you work closely with him but you never had a reason to speak to Melissa. You were also incredibly shy so you just admire her from a distance and when you go to get your coffee in the morning and at lunch.

It was Saturday at noon and you parked in the parking lot of the grocery store you go to every Saturday. You walk in, get a cart and start going through your list.

You were turning into the spice aisle when you bump into another cart.

« Oh sorry, I didn’t… » your sentence goes unfinished as you see the person you bumped into. It was Melissa.

« Oh hi y/n, funny running into you here. » she says.

« Well actually I come here every Saturday at this time. » You tell her.

« Oh really? So do I. I wonder why we haven’t seen each other before. » she says to you.

« Well it’s a big store so we could have been on opposite sides of the store. » you with a small chuckle. « Well I gotta go finish my shopping, I’ll see you around Melissa. » you tell her with a nod.

« Alright see ya y/n. » And you go and continue your shopping.

You continue your shopping, but not even 5 minutes later, you run into her again when you go to get some chocolate milk and she’s getting some cheese.

« Y/n? We haven’t seen each other once for months, and now twice in the same day? » she says in disbelief.

« Ya I guess so, how ironic. » you say as you grab some chocolate milk.

« Chocolate milk? Really? » she says and quirks an eyebrow.

« Don’t diss it the chocolate milk. It’s good. » You tell her and she puts her hands up a bit in surrender and you laugh.

You two go in separate directions until you’re checking out and run into each other at the same cash.

« Wow, we’re 3 for 3. » Melissa jokes.

« I guess so. » You say.

You both go home after that. You drove home smiling that day, you got to speak to Melissa, multiple times.

On Monday at school, you do nothing differently. You still only go to the break room to get your coffee then leave. The one small difference is you blush a bit when you pass by Melissa. You don’t know it but Melissa noticed the blush and smiled a little when your back was turned.

The next Saturday you two run into each other again, and Melissa wonders why she sees and talks to you more at a grocery store than at work.

Months go by and every Saturday you and Melissa keep running into each other, sometimes multiple times in one day. About 3 months of this happening, Melissa has had enough and decides to ask you the question that’s been bugging her.

« Hey kid, how come we see each other here and not at school? » she asks and you stare at her.

« I don’t know. I guess there’s not really a reason for us to talk to each other at school. » you reply sheepishly. The 2 of you walk down the aisle while talking.

« You don’t need a reason, you can just say hi. »

« I thought you were the type of person who didn’t like people just saying hi to you. » You counter.

« Ok fair point, but I wouldn’t mind if you did it. »

« Why am I different? »

« Do you see me talking to other coworkers outside of work? »

« Ok first of all, we don’t even talk in school. And 2, idk who you talk to at all. » you tell her.

« Why don’t we start talking in school? » she asks and you freeze.

« Why? »

« Because we don’t talk in school like you said, so let’s change that. » she points out. And only then do you realise the hole you dug yourself.

« Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea Melissa. »

« Why? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me? » she asks and stops walking and crosses her arms.

« What? No that’s not it at all. » You say, you really don’t want to admit your feelings for her.

« Then what is it? » she pushes.

« it’s not important. » you say, hoping that will put an end to the conversation. It did not.

« It’s important to me! » Melissa says, getting annoyed.

« Why? »

« How about you answer the question I asked first. Why don’t you want to talk to me in school!?! »

« Because you scare me! » You spill out, and you can tell by the hurt look on her face that you just have to say it. « I like you and that scares me. And I don’t mean friendship like, I mean romantic like. » You tell her and her hurt expression turns to a happy one.

« I like you too. » she says. « Romantic like. » she adds and you can’t believe your luck. For once, the woman you like, likes you back. You two finish your grocery shopping together and you check out together as well.

« Come over to my place. » she says to you and you stare wide eyed, Melissa never invites anyone to her place.

« Ok, sure, when? » you ask and she smiles.

« Are you free right now? »

« Well I’ve actually got a couple of frozen groceries to bring home but after that, ya. » You say and she smiles.

« Give me your phone. »

« What? » you say confused.

« Give me your phone so I can add my number so I can send my address. » she says and you immediately give her your phone. She adds herself and you smile at the nickname she gave herself ‘Mel 👩🏻‍🦰👑’

« R u trying to say that you’re a ginger queen? » You snort.

« Maybe. » she flips her hair and you laugh.

You get in your cars and you drive home. As soon as you get home you text her.

You: this is y/n , I just got home, send me your address, your highness.

Mel 👩🏻‍🦰👑: your highness? I like that. Here’s my address

Mel 👩🏻‍🦰👑: *sends address*

You: I’ll be there in 20 minutes, your highness

20 minutes later you knock on her front door. She answers it and immediately welcomes you in. As soon as you walk in, she puts her lips on yours. You kiss her back and she smiles into the kiss.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile.” She says and you smile at her.

“So have I.” You say and you lean in to kiss her again.

On Monday morning you come into the break room to get your morning coffee as usual. This time, instead of leaving, you sit next to Melissa and she smiles at you. Melissa gets a questioning look from Barb and you get a questioning look from the trio. You then hear the click of a phone camera and you look to see Jacob taking a picture.

“I told you I’d take a picture.” He says and you smile. At this point you don’t care, you got Melissa.

Melissa stands up to go put something in the garbage and gives you a kiss on your lips, getting gasps from everyone. You smile and blush and she has a smirk on her face. After thinking that you wanted nothing to do with her and the rest of the group, it turns out you were avoiding her because you liked her. She smiles at that thought as she sits back down next to you, and she pulls your chair closer to her.

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[emjiroki]

i would love to hear what country kirishima thoughts you’re having if ya wanted to share with lil ol me 🥰

YES I WILL SHARE ALL THOUGHTS WITH YOU AND YOUR LOVELY BRAIN this got soooo long omfg I could write a fic about him I might be going crazy insane

PSA: I'm literally married to a country boy who used to raise and ride horses and build fences and all that good stuff so I'm speaking from a place of loving a real country gentleman 🤭❤️

Country Kirishima! Who you meet at the Tractor supply while picking up top soil for your flower beds. He's grabbing feed for his chickens and notices you struggling to get the large bags off the high shelf. All 6'4" of him in his worn cowboy boots strides over and politely asks if you need any help before grabbing the bags easily and putting them in your cart

Country Kirishima! Who's all sun bronzed skin and smiles as he asks you what your plans are for your flower garden, giving suggests on which mulch and fertilizer to use, and the native flowers in the area that bees love. Who helps you out by loading the bags into your trunk for you with "It's no problem, who'd pass up the opportunity to help a pretty lady" when you thank him.

Country Kirishima! Who you run into again at the farmers market a few days later, smiling so big when you come up to say hi while he's buying honey. You both get into a conversation at first about how your garden is coming along and then it morphs into just talking about your lives. What he does for a living, what kinds of animals he has, him showing you funny pictures and videos of his six chickens who he calls "his ladies", the asshole goat he deals with but loves. After an hour of you two walking around the market and then finally heading to your cars you feel like you've known him your whole life.

Country Kirishima! Who as soon as you turn your car on after you bid your goodbyes is racing back to tap on your window, leaning down with a thick arm against the edge of your door to ask with red cheeks that almost match his hair if you might want to go out with him that night. Grinning so wide while you write your number on his honey receipt cause he left his phone in his truck across the lot. Sending you off with kiss to your knuckles and a "pick you up at five sweet cheeks".

Country Kirishima! Who's at your door at five on the dot, a heavy knock on your door and wild flowers gripped nervously in his hand, a soft "mama always said pretty ladies deserve pretty flowers". Who had raced home to wash his old truck and make sure there wasn't a stitch of dirt or dust anywhere after the market (he wouldn't tell you that though and also his stomach had been in nervous knots all day)

Country Kirishima! Takes you to the "best burger joint this side of the river" to quote his excitement and then to his buddy Denki's bar for beer and dancing. He's spinning you on the dance floor until your seeing double and buying beers until your face is flushed. Being the ever respectful gentleman even as you get a bit more bold, linking your arms around his neck and swaying just a bit closer to his toned body. "Easy there little lady" he murmurs in a rough tone just barely concealing the lusty feelings burning through his veins and only heightening yours, "let's get you home yeah?".

Country Kirishima! Who only had two beers and takes you home with a giant moonlit smile, helps you step from his truck and walks you to the front door, telling you he had the best time and that he wants to see you again. Tomorrow if you'd let him. You nod eagerly (maybe too eagerly once you think about it alone later) and tell him to come back for breakfast and fresh squeezed orange juice, even suggesting slyly that he stays the night with you. He just chuckles and shakes his head, "that wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me sweetheart, but I'll be back with the sunrise" tilts your head up with a calloused hand and asks if he can kiss you.

Country Kirishima! Who tastes like beer and sunshine and something that makes your heart flutter against your ribs. Oh no, you might be in love with him.

[pentacentric]

I probably think way too much about how very little Sam knew about Mary. How John and Dean gave him almost nothing, to the point that she wasn't even really like a ghost shadowing his life, more like the story of one overheard in bits and pieces over the years. And yet, his whole life from when he can first remember—every bit of motivation or guilt, every point of pride or shame—is built around his mother, this person he isn't allowed to know.

I've written a lot of bits and pieces about it before, but never a standalone. This is actually an excerpt from a longer story, but I modified it some and I think it works on its own, hopefully (he knows about hunting already but that's really the only canon difference).

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When Sam's in fourth grade, and has to write a page about his favorite memory, he asks for Dean's help. All he can seem to dredge up at the moment is just too weird or too farfetched. Things that say far too much about the way they live for a teacher to read.

So he asks Dean what he would write about.

After some teasing about his best memories being of all the times Sam's embarrassed himself (and a well-aimed pink rubber eraser hitting him between the eyes) Dean quiets down and turns thoughtful.

"Well, I dunno what my most favorite memory would be, really. I guess…" He bites his lip, chews on it for a second, gaze directed absently into the distance. "I think it would prob'ly be my first memories? It musta been, like, when I was three and four maybe. They're…of Mom."

"Oh." Sam's chest gets a little tight. He speaks quietly, cautiously. Dean—Dean and Dad both—they don't talk about her much. Sam's seen her picture, the one that Dad keeps in his journal, a few times, but he knows so little about her. Just that she was pretty (beautiful), with a smile that reminds of him of Dean's and wavy blonde hair. "What was she—what are they like?"

Dean smiles, maybe a little sad, but it's more than that. Warm, wistful; gaze still unfocused and distant. "Mostly…happy. Like…bright. She'd sing to me a lot, and, like, I didn't know the songs back then, but, when I hear 'em now, I can hear her voice singing them. Beatles, Beach Boys, Simon and Garfunkel, um…Peter, Paul, and Mary, maybe…" Dean chuffs out a laugh. "I remember Puff the Magic Dragon, at least…I think I even remember Dad teasin' her about how she better sing me some real music, too, not just sissy crap, but, I dunno, maybe I made that up."

Dean pauses, that bittersweet expression on his face, still, and Sam doesn't want him to get lost in it. He also doesn't want to miss this opportunity, if he can help it.

"I dunno. He'd say somethin' like that." Dean spares him half a smile, still somewhere else in his head. "What…what else do you remember? What'd you guys do together?"

"Well, not a whole lot. I guess mostly just the normal stuff you do with a little kid. Like legos, I remember we'd build castles an' fortresses and stuff. I wanted her to build me a car but we didn't have enough black bricks, so she made me a little boat instead. Dad said it looked like a bathtub." He smiles. "Um, she'd dance with me, sometimes. To the radio. Make lunch—I mostly remember sandwiches and Mac n' Cheese. I'd sit in that little seat in the cart when she went to the grocery store, and she'd ask me what was on the list and I'd pretend I could read it and make up dumb stuff."

The silence is longer this time. Sam breathes out, carefully. "What kinda stuff?"

"I dunno. Just silly things, like 'elephant steaks!' Or 'a unicorn!' Or 'poop n' rhubarb pie!'"

"Gross." Sam wrinkles his nose.

Dean grins at that. "I think you're, like, the only kid ever who never found poop and fart jokes funny."

"'Cause they're not."

When Dean laughs, muttering little weirdo, Sam looks around for something harmless to throw at him, pouts.

"Don't worry, Sammy, if anyone wonders why you're so weird I'll just tell them it's 'cause you still poop your pants, and you're kinda sensitive about it an' all."

"Dean."

Sam decides that his pencil is perfectly fine to throw after all and, as a concession, doesn't aim it at his head. Dean grins, not seeming too annoyed by the assault, so Sam decides to push his luck.

"Did Mom think it was funny? Your lists?"

Dean's melancholy little smile is back. "Yeah…yeah, I think she did. She'd always laugh, anyways. An' she had the best laugh. I'd make up stuff that just got more and more ridiculous just so I could keep watchin' her laugh." He sighs, shrugs. "Anyways, yeah…that's Mom. That's what I remember."

It gets quiet after that, and Sam can see Dean's face starting to shutter over as he withdraws. It's rare for Sam to get to see his brother so open and unguarded any more. Over the last few years, Dean's started to change; Sam can tell. Still fun, still charming, still affectionate, at least with Sam (mostly when there's no one else around to catch him being so uncool). But, even though they're not always alike—Dean doesn't usually brood, rarely explodes, and he never gets that kind of burning cold John does when he's focused on something—sometimes now he kinda reminds Sam of Dad. He's been more closed off, the way Dad can be, his deeper emotions pushed farther away, out of Sam's reach. Doesn't show when things get to him, like he used to.

It's actually kind of lonely, sometimes.

"So, what are you gonna write about, Sammy?"

When Sam shrugs, Dean suggests the time they ran out of gas on a back road in central Florida. They'd only walked two miles before an Oscar Myer Wienermobile came barreling down the road, seemingly out of nowhere, and gave them a lift to and from the closest gas station (still a good eight miles away). Sam counters with the night in Montana that Dad got so drunk he started fighting with the motel owner about yetis (Dad coming down hard on the side of 'hoax'). They ended up getting kicked out at two am after Dad had cut down the guy’s “Bigfoot Crossing” sign with an axe. They toss back and forth increasingly ridiculous ideas until they're both laughing so hard they're in literal tears. When John comes back, they can't even stop long enough to answer what's so funny. Dad just smiles, bemused and fond, and shakes his head before heading off to shower.

Sam thinks maybe he can add this afternoon to his Good Memories pile.

In the end, he waits until that evening, before bed, and easily fills up a page-and-a-half about the time, last summer, when Dad was on a hunt out west and he and Dean had spent all afternoon exploring tidal pools in Yaquina Head, Oregon, marveling at the tiny little aquatic worlds they found. He invents an older teenage cousin that tagged along so the teacher won't question why two young kids spent the day alone in a national park.

He gets an A.

From then on, Sam keeps his eyes out in thrift stores for cassettes from the bands Dean mentioned; pockets them when he can to listen to later on the beat-up Walkman knock-off Dean stole for him for his sixth birthday. He likes a lot of it, but he's careful about what he keeps; only his favorites. He stashes them in the bottom of his school bag, in the hollowed-out book that Bobby showed him how to make last year, on a rainy day when Sam got bored with watching old Westerns.

For some reason, he doesn't want Dean to know about them. Doesn't want him to feel like Sam's trying to take something away from him. So he slips them in when he's sitting in the back of the Impala alone, on long trips, and closes his eyes. Lets the albums pour into his ears over the headphones; shuts the rest of the world out. Sgt Pepper's. Pet Sounds. Bookends. He tries to imagine his mom, Mary, singing the songs to him, in a sunny kitchen.

But he can never really pull together a complete image of her; just bits and pieces, blurred-together impressions: yellow hair, the smiling face from the picture (looking kind of flat, like a mask), a flowered dress he'd seen in a shop window. And he doesn't know what her voice sounded like, so it kind of just ends up being a composite of the voices of some of his favorite teachers (along with the mother of a classmate back in Indiana who drove him home once when she spotted him waiting for the rain to stop under the playground slide).

So he gives up on trying to picture her, and, instead, just tries to sink into the music, sees if he can feel what she was feeling when she listened to it. Imagines the conversations they might have: which songs would be her favorites, why she would have liked them, where she was the first time she heard them playing.

When he hears those songs on the radio now, or over the speakers in a restaurant, it makes him feel kind of happy and sad at the same time.

They remind him of her.

(Except for America—for some reason, that one makes him think of Dean.)

[acourtofthought]

I received two more anons which I'm adding below the "read more" button just in case anyone wants to avoid HOFAS spoilers (or the spoiler theories going around based off the book).

Seriously, how would that even work? Does he have to cut people in the chest to sever their bond? Ask them to try to find the thread that connects them (you know the one INSIDE of them) and play surgeon to snip, snip, snip? I said it in one of my last posts but the King of Hybern, who had access to the cauldron, was unable to break Feysands bond which Tamlin requested that he do. Which Feyre requested that he do (in order to save her family and friends). Amren confirms that "that sort of bond cannot be broken. The king is a fool, that sort of bond cannot be broken" and he couldn't as he he broke was the bargain. If the main big bad of the original trilogy was unable to harness the kind of power while using the actual Cauldron to mess with mating bonds, then how exactly could Truth Teller? Also, WHY would SJM create this super mysterious backstory for Truth Teller only to have it's super special power be that of breaking bonds? What would the fucking point be? Shall we just call Az the Anti Cupid? The Prythian Divorce Attorney because he's going to go around Prythian helping poor fae trapped in loveless bonds free themselves from it's shackles? This is what is said about TT with translation (not sure how it will read in English): "The Starsword is Made" "The knife can undo things." Done and undone. Matter and antimatter. With the right influx of power, a command from the one destined to wield them, they can be fused. And they can create a place where there is no life and no light. A place that is nothing. Nowhere." It's funny that the knife can "undo things" and they think that gives them carte blanche to have it undo everything, even that which was decided by a divine being. Bonds created by the mother herself? Truth Teller's got you covered! Humans turned Fae, Made by the Cauldron? Don't worry Elain, I'll unmake you in no time! Especially when the entire point of what was being said about the power of TT is that when fused with the sword, it can create "no life and life, a place that is nothing." Considering the conversation was talking about how the Starsword and TT were connected, wouldn't the more logical conclusion be that the as the sword is Made, the knife (it's opposite considering one is matter and the other antimatter) can "unmake" things, maybe objects? Like maybe the Trove which was made? Other weapons made by the Cauldron? Mating bonds are not made by the Cauldron but determined by fate / destiny. There's nothing to "unmake" as they weren't "made" in the first place. Bryce confirms that Az does not have the same shadows as Ruhn (Ruhn who has the same shadows as Rhys). Rhys confirms Az does not have the same shadows that he does. SJM CONFIRMS Az's shadows are not that of Rhysands. Rhys's shadows belong to him, they don't whisper to him or keep him company. The are an extension of him. Azriel tells us his shadows are his companions meaning they are not actually part of him. He says they keep him company, Rhys says Az learned their language. That all means that they are independent of him regardless of them being in sync at times or reacting to Az or whatever else they've done. As of the most recent book, his shadows do certain things with certain people / situations. They aren't very brave in the sunlight, all but one hiding while he steps into the sunshine. They reacted likes snakes ready to strike on two different occasions (one which had nothing to do with Elain). They are afraid of Koschei. They were curious about Gwyn and danced and sang in response to her her song / breath. I'm pretty sure they twirled around when he was interacting with Nesta too. Az confirms that they tend to vanish around Elain. Considering Az considers the shadows his companion, that they keep him company, don't you think he'd enjoy seeing them curious and playful and singing instead of vanishing or afraid of Elain's "light" that even E/riels admit to her having since they love the dark / light aesthetic?

This is such a ridiculous argument they're spreading around. The Cauldron was "messed" with while the Daglan had it in their possession. They took what the mother once used to create all life and used it for evil. To create monsters, to create things that would serve them, to create evil weapons. But the second the Daglan no longer had possession of it, the Cauldron returned to it's normal state which is not good or bad. It just is and the only thing that determines what the Cauldron is is the person wielding it but no one can alter the Cauldrons essence for eternity. After the Daglan ruled, it was used to turn Myriam fae (used for good). Just like the King used to to bring down the wall (bad). Just like Feyre / Amren used it to unleash Amren (that turned out to be a good thing). Mating bonds are not determined by the Cauldron, as proven by Amren they can not be altered by the Cauldron, and if they were, then how did every single other SJM endgame couple with a mating bond end up with a fantastic one despite the Daglan "messing with it" yet ONLY Elucien's bond has fallen victim to the Daglans influence 15,000 years later?

[wonwooslibrary]

svt as boyfriends ♡ minghao edition

member: minghao x reader genre: fluff, established relationship, bullet points word count: 785 summary: minghao's boyfriend things <3 warnings: none!! author's note: i actually forgot to write this one which is why you are getting it so late i am so sorry. On the other hand, it's Hao day!!! and I am so close to having a small break from school and work !!

Art hoe aesthetic bf 

Also the perfect instagram boyfriend 

The personification of “no babe that’s stupid…let’s do it” 

Quality Time 

Likes doing hobbies with you !! Like he would love to do one of those paint for 30 minutes and then swap canvases challenges with you 

Would literally hand the canvas on the wall afterwards too

Helps you discover some hobbies if you feel like you don’t have any

“I’m gonna go work on a puzzle, babe, wanna join me?” 

Would love to do very domestic things with you like go grocery shopping and idk weed the flowerbed???

Enjoys long walks on the beach and picnics

Also enjoys just existing with you --- likes to just watch tiktoks over your shoulder and asks you to forward the funny ones to him 

Words of Affirmation

TELLS YOU ALL THE TIME THAT YOU ARE PERFECT LIKE JEEZ JUST LISTEN TO HIM ALREADY 

“Sweetheart, I told you that the cardigan looks fine with that shirt, don’t change it.” 

Would also definitely call you pet names like “babe”, “baby”, “sweets” or “sweetheart” 

And don’t forget his native language either! Like Jun, he would always compliment you in both languages

Just imagine you’re chilling in bed together watching some Instagram Reels when he leans down and whispers something sweet into your hair in Mandarin 

Despises you calling him pet names but calls you billions of different things just to find the perfect one 

“Peach? No, that's weird. Doll? Just no.” 

Doesn’t know how to take a compliment tho like damn bro LET US CALL YOU PRETTY 

Physical Touch

He’s super big on hand holding and you cannot convince me otherwise…he always has his hand out for you to take 

Hao is always super confident when he initiates the contact, but is so shy he turns into a fire truck when you do it (he is EMBARRASSED) 

I personally don’t think Hao would be big on cuddling, especially when sleeping…mans needs his personal space, but he would totally just chill on the couch with his arm around you 

When you tell him that you don’t want to be touched or anything he might pout a bit, but overall he would accept your wishes and not want to make you uncomfortable 

He would also be super concerned if something like that happened, but he would do his best to fix any issue 

Acts of Service

Hao would do simple things, like push the cart when you are shopping or do some cleaning when you are at work. He won’t even say anything about doing them either, he just does it and gets all giddy inside when you notice that he did something for you

If you have a pet together, he would always volunteer to to take them outside or to spend family time together 

Just imagine Hao laying on his stomach on the floor playing with a kitten or a puppy it would be so cute (and of course who could resist taking a picture of it either)

Enjoys doing tasks like dishes and laundry, always willingly agrees to do them

When you are getting ready to go somewhere, he will always grab your belongings like keys, wallet, purse, phone, ID, anything like that, so you don’t forget it (because you would otherwise) 

Always makes sure that if you need help with something and he can’t be there to help you that someone would be there. He doesn’t care if the rest of the performance unit wants to help, if you need more than just him the other three will be there 

Gift Giving 

I feel like Minghao is also not that big on gift giving…like of course he would for things like your birthday or any gift-giving holidays that you celebrate, but I just feel like he shows his love in other ways 

Obviously, he’ll do stuff like get your favorite drink or snack from the store or pick up your favorite dinner on the way home, but I don’t think he’d spend hundreds on jewelry or anything 

Though. He would totally revamp your whole closet for you LOL I can picture it perfectly, he sees you looking through clothes you never wear and you find a super ugly sweater and he’s like, “How many of these damn things do you have?” 

So he would drag you to his favorite store and y’all would pick out some cute outfits 

And he would obviously get a couple of them that match <3 

But yeah he wouldn’t go too crazy with buying you gifts because he would rather tell you he loves you than try to win your love with physical items and possessions

That’s actually so slay of him though let’s be real

[hooked-on-elvis]

Lisa Marie and daddy Elvis, the generous tooth fairy 🧚🏼‍♂️

When talking about how Lisa Marie Presley was bred, Becky Yancey (who was Graceland's secretary) was clear in state that Priscilla wanted to build character in little Lisa Marie, whereas Elvis was more such in a high with being a daddy that he just wanted to see Lisa happy all the time.

Since Priscilla was pregnant with Lisa, according to Becky, when she didn't even knew if the baby was a he or a she, Priscilla feared her kid would grow up not knowing the true value of things if she had everything granted to her that easily, with presents heaped on her all the time. According to Becky, some of Priscilla's words were on this matter were, "I don't want the baby living off Elvis' name". Daddy Elvis didn't care a bit for that talk. He spoiled Lisa to a fault, doing everything he could think of that could make his baby girl as happy as she could be.

To be fair, it's easy understand both sides. Obviously it's not that Priscilla didn't wanted Lisa to be a happy child but, as any caring mother normally does, her sight was way ahead in time and she worried about Lisa's personality in the future, not wanting a little brat walking around feeling all entitled to everything at a snap. This would help older Lisa to be conscious in understand about how privileged she was and the reality of the real world which is way apart from the "Elvis world" Lisa would grow up in. Elvis certainly was not a bad parent for spoiling his daughter either. He just couldn't help it. He loved seeing people smiling, thus it couldn't be any different when it comes to his little princess, his first born child. Who are we to judge parents and their parenting choices anyway, right?

The main point here is: I'd like to share a couple of stories on Becky Yancey's book about how funny-daddy Elvis Presley was excited and very proud of his child. To begin with, let's see how Elvis himself helped decorating Lisa's nursery at Graceland and how he loved to show Lisa around to his fans:

With the baby's arrival, the attention at Graceland shifted from Elvis to Priscilla to Lisa Marie. And Priscilla quickly learned that there was more spoiling to fear from the loving indulgences of the proud father and grandfather than from fans. Fans would have been happy to spoil Lisa, but Priscilla could keep them at a distance. Elvis and Mr. Presley (Vernon) were a more difficult problem. Elvis himself shopped for statuettes, pictures, and knick-knacks to fill Lisa's new nursery, which had at one time been a little-used conference room. Lisa wasn't old enough to toddle before Elvis had a gym set erected for her in the back yard. When she was big enough to play with it, Elvis often played with her. At other times we could look through the window or walk out the door and watch Elvis in a golf cart, with Lisa on his lap, driving slowly around the mansion grounds. One time he thrilled fans and gave his security goose bumps when he hoisted Lisa onto his broad shoulders and ambled down the driveway to greet the people standing in front of the Music Gate. It was one of the few times Lisa was photographed at Graceland by persons other than the family members. Priscilla may have had something to say about that incident, because Elvis never did it again.

February 5, 1968. Elvis and Priscilla presenting Lisa to the fans as soon as baby and mommy were ready to go home.

Second story, the title of the post. I found it so funny. This was after Elvis and Priscilla divorced (post 1973).

Priscilla laughs about the time Lisa was visiting her father in Las Vegas and lost a baby tooth. The tooth fairy left her five dollars. "I told Elvis that the tooth fairy usually left fifty cents, that five dollars was a little steep," she said. "He knew I wasn't angry, and he laughed about it. After all, who would expect Elvis Presley to know the going rate for a tooth?"

Elvis and Lisa Marie Presley. Circa July, 1973.

Stories come from the book "My Life With Elvis" (1977) by Becky Yancey & Cliff Linedecker.

[artistsfuneral]

The Road to Kaer Morhen - p.5

(canon typical violence below, mild)

Jaskier's breath caught in his throat and made him stumble. Unable to intervene he had to watch Aiden cast the familiar blue shock wave at the group of soldiers behind them. At once the men in front were thrown back, crashing into their fellow soldiers and creating a loud ruckus that made Jaskier's ears ring. Wind caught his hair, blinding him momentarily, as he cursed Aiden for his stupidity.

While the burst of Aard had certainly helped them to gain some distance from the soldiers, they could just have split up earlier than planned, to achieve the exact same thing. It took the soldiers hardly a minute before they were up and running again, this time yelling orders at each other about Aiden not being the White Wolf, but another witcher and therefore their new priority. Aiden who, despite him insisting on the opposite, was not yet fully recovered and still struggled with both his balance and restricted vision. Him being their primary target was a very bad, not good thing that would definitely lead to some unavoidable consequences. Jaskier cursed again, grabbed the witcher by his knotted sleeve and tucked him forcefully to the left, where the street parted into a busy crossroad. “Why on earth would you do that?!” He demanded to know, dodging a farmer's cart by a hair's length and pulling Aiden with him. The Cat could only look at him bewildered, Jaskier's worries completely flying past his head.

With a loud groan, the bard realized that Aiden, like every other damned witcher he had met before, had absolutely no sense for protecting himself. Jaskier had no idea, why he had thought otherwise in the first place. In that regard they all proved to be idiots again and again.

Finally reaching the market after what felt like forever, Jaskier zigzagged through the groups of people until he couldn't see the soldiers anymore. “Alright, we're splitting up now. You're of greater importance to them, because those prejudiced piss pots think you are stronger than me.” Aiden raised his eyebrows at that, but Jaskier didn't give him time to argue. “So don't get caught, alright? Be as inconspicuous as possible, disguise yourself if you can. I mean it, Aiden, I am not walking up that mountain on my own, because I will perish of boredom if you're not with me.”

“Whoa, there, shouldn't I be the one that worries about you?” The witcher asked, with a lopsided grin on his face. “You are a tiny, little human, after all.” Jaskier took a deep breath and let the imaginary weight fall off his shoulders. He knew he tended to be overprotective over his friends and family, but Aiden was right, he shouldn't worry too much about the other man. Cats were known for their excellent stealth. He'd probably scale the next building and hide away in the shadows of the rooftops until it was time for the two of them to meet at the other side of the city, were it adjoined the forest.

Feeling a little better about their situation, he grinned back at the witcher, “See you at sun-high.” And with one last wave, he dove into the crowds.

From then on everything felt a little bit easier. He was back in his element. Passing errand boys, dodging groups of chattering wives and stepping out of the way of heavily laden errand boys, Jaskier easily put more and more distance between him in the troop of soldiers, who's redanian armor made them stand out like donkeys among sheep. It was actually quite funny to watch them, how they stumbled around, fishing for some sort of authority the didn't have in a country that wasn't theirs. A troop of redanian soldiers against a single kaedweni innkeeper was one thing, but seeing them trying and failing to shoo away the three old women that were gossiping in front of a young lad that looked somewhat similar to Jaskier was the height of entertainment.

Despite his colorful outfit and obvious lute bag, hardly anyone spared him more than a glance. No matter what Geralt said, walking through a city with just enough confidence to look like you belonged there, but not too much to stand out, was an art form in itself. Truth be told, Jaskier might've only believed so because it took him years to perfect this skill. He was an expert in it now, though and when one of his pursuers came a bit too close to him, he calmly kept on walking, passing the man with just two other people between them. He followed the natural flow of people for a while, discreetly taking down every Wanted Notice with his name on it. Every now and then he tried to look up the rafters and roofs of houses that seemed rather climbable, without appearing too suspicious, but he never saw a hint of his Cat.

Maybe that was for the better, he willed his anxiousness to quieten. If he wasn't here, that only meant that he was already waiting somewhere in the forest. Sun-high wasn't that far away anyways.

He helped a young mother by picking up the knot doll her child had dropped and exchanged a couple of pleasant words while they walked closer towards the forest. Saying his goodbyes with a warm smile, Jaskier stepped off the main street and into a much smaller alley that lead to a few single story houses. He took his time to pet a tricolored barn cat, just as promised, before slowly but surely merging into the slim shadows. More and more aware of his bearings, he crept along the walls of houses and sheds, turning around and pretending to take a piss against a bush when a merchant rode by. Crude but effective. The only thing left that separated him from his goal was a wide dirt rode that carved around the forest.

Standing in the shade of a wooden canopy Jaskier remained still as a statue, eyes scanning through the underbrush, ears strained for any noise that didn't belong. The problem with that being, that everything inside a forest made noise and trying to figure out which once were normal sounds and which weren't usually fell into Geralt's domain. With his witcher hearing he could not only make out a rustling bush, but also listen for a heartbeat and identify it as either animal, human or monster. There was also the fact that Jaskier's sense of smell couldn't pick up anything than the stink of fox and the giant dung heap nearby.

In the end he just had to trust his instincts. And his instincts were telling him to worry.

It didn't take long for him to realize why.

It wasn't the forest that was off, it was the road. The sun was high in the sky, just starting to change from comfortably warm to hot, the market was full with all kinds of people and yet the road was empty. No wagons, no riders, not a single person to be seen. Someone was blocking off the path. Someone that held no authority over a crowd but could easily scare away any passerby. It could be a trap of course, but Jaskier had spent enough time singing in the barracks of Redania to know how they usually operated. The bard had always had a strong dislike for soldiers. Few of them were decent people these days. There was hardly anything knightly or chivalrous about them, as if they forgot what they were fighting for. Unlike them, Jaskier hadn't allowed himself to be controlled by his disdain and had followed his orders properly. Singing and performing in the barracks, listening in to every conversation that would meet his ears. He had learned a lot, almost too much, about how the soldiers really worked behind their pretenses. Cordoning off an area just big enough people on the outside wouldn't make out the noise their prisoners made when they were beat to a pulp, was certainly one of their favorites. There was an advantage though, Jaskier thought as he emerged from the canopy and walked right into the forest, nobody would be able to hear them screaming either. The only thing that kept him from smiling was the knowledge that whatever they had done to his Cat Witcher wouldn't be pretty.

And it really wasn't.

The camp, counting six tents and four horses, was built around an old tree, its trunk wide enough to withstand the hissing and spitting Cat Witcher that was chained to it. His linen shirt was torn during a fight, deep irregular gashes cut through his chest, the witcher's blood soaking into his clothes and the bandages underneath. Aiden was screaming with rage, struggling against his bindings without any sense to it, throwing his head from left to right, snapping his teeth at everyone that dared to come too close. His fangs were bloody, successful. To Jaskier's eyes it was almost alarmingly obvious that Aiden's aggression was mainly caused by pure fear and pain. The witcher's instincts had clearly taken over. He didn't even react to the bard when said one entered the camp. Five soldiers, one archer, turned towards him.

Oh I know. I know you want Jaskier to fight, but please take note, should you choose this, the next chapter will be detailed and violent. (and 100% skipable of course! I know not everyone likes to read that sort of stuff, don't worry, I got you!) The author craves blood.

Negotiating is always an option to keep this pg.

Also there's now a relationship bar in the drawing, so: Aiden/Lambert is set in stone for this fic, but Aiden/Jaskier or Aiden/Jaskier/Lambert is up to you, I will give you multiple chances for this, so don't worry.

please like and reblog if you voted✨🌿🌼✨

Told my brother about J and A hiding in the crowd of the market and he said „Erstmal ein Marktfrühstück und eine Weinschorle bestellen.“ and I was so tempted.

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[cosmica-galaxy]

I’v been thinking of this scenario for a long time and I can’t get rid of it. And I have to ask:

How would your Oc’s and mimics in your Skibidi toilet fanfic, react in this scenario, to the human.

‘ it’s been getting real hot and there has been no rain for like quite some time and the human just can stand the heat so they give up and just take their shirt (or whatever upper body clothes their wearing) and they take it off, leaving their chest (if female wearing something of course) out wide for nearly everyone to see’

So how would they react

(The funny thing is that I also keep having this thought, but it's usually in the style of a "beach" episode. Imagine the human joins a deployment troop and they pit stop on an island for a while and the human decides to have some fun. They just see the clear blue waters of the ocean the moment they get on the beach and they start stripping down in front of everyone, revealing their own swimming suit. XDD) Camron would freeze the moment it happens and try to be a little decent by looking away. But his neck keeps forcing him to gaze upon the human as they STRIP BEFORE HIM. Must...not think...of...impure...thoughts!!! He would then watch them as they leave, their skin open and exposed...and sweaty. He has to put his head in the palms of his hands as his internal system begins to overheat. He needs to cool off...maybe there's a drink dispenser around here somewhere...he's thirsty. DJ would pause just like Camron, but would probably recover with much more grace than him. He gives the human a thumbs up and would probably offer a drink he's carrying at the time. He can't blame you for wanting to lighten your clothes...it's really warm out today! Even he finds himself tugging on the collar of his shirt to let off some heat...d-definitely not for any other reason! Haha! He even has a few songs that give off a tropical vibe built up in his queue as he accompanies you down to wherever you're going. Passing the time while they're on the island base listening to some tunes and sharing a drink or two with his human friend. Vee would easily be the most composed. But he would still have a sense of being flustered. How can the human show that much skin...? Most of the units that Vee hangs around with are primarily dressed from head-to-toe in articles of clothes...so seeing the human STRIP OUT OF THEIR FABRICS and expose their fleshy side to the world was...jarring. Not in a bad way, either. N-Not that he was staring, of course. He has manners and it's just human skin. The skibidis expose most of their faces all of the time, so what could be different? Maybe it's just the body that's throwing him off. Regardless, he admittedly hangs out with you while they're on the island. Watching you play in the surf and mess around on the beachfront while they're there. It's primarily relaxing, since this is one of their more isolated bases, so he's going to enjoy the peace while he can. Besides. He has a good view from the shore...a-and no! It doesn't have to do with the human and their exposed skin! Don't be assuming anything! The mimic crew would pause for only a moment before Pal reaches out and snags both Fiend and Buddy before they could sprint towards your direction. UGH, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO EXPOSE SKIN!? Don't you know that mimics only expose themselves like that when they're extremely comfortable and wanting companionship! Pal is very flustered as he holds up the other two with his massive limbs, taking advantage of his height, as they thrash about restlessly in his grip. You're lucky Pal is looking out for you...for all of you. Pal then begins to cart the other two away for a moment to decompress. Seeing the person of their affection so exposed like that...it was alluring and enticing to the mimics. Thankfully, Pal has far more restraint then the other two. They'll come back later when you're more...decent.

[greypetrel]

(resisting the urge to not say "i'm not calling you a liar" for Raina LOL)

Maybe "This is as good a place to fall as any" for anyone who fits for Radha, or anyone else who fits? c:

Hello Laya!

Thank you for asking and LOL that song for Raina would have been so funny. x°D

This got me thinking. As previously said, I’m all for Solavellan when it’s platonic, not much when it’s romantic. But, Bedroom Hymns was undeniably romantic, and I couldn’t find one way to decline it as platonic (I TRIED). Thinking and rethinking about how to make myself like Solas as a romance enough to write something convincing unlocked me, tho!  I tried, let me see how it went, it was out of my comfort zone, but I hope it’s convincing enough.

And for the record, this is the book I followed. Some names are adapted to Dragon Age of course (Arbor Vitae sounded so similar to Arbor Blessing that I just put that. And “Virginian Spiderwort”… I put the name of a random city in the Free Marches. Also, Tevinter Plum is Indian Plum, with a VERY rough assignation.)

Tis the prompt list

Floriography

[ “This is as good a place to fall as any” ]

This is his body This is his love Such selfish prayers And I can't get enough Bedroom Hymns - Florence + the Machine

Radha observed Josephine with the air of a person that firmly believed she was being made a fool out of.

“Oh, come on.” The ambassador laughed. “Don’t make that face, it’s just a coded language like any other Leliana taught you!”

“Except assigning meanings to flowers makes no sense. Why should a Pansy mean thought?”

“It means I think of you. And I don’t know, maybe because it’s such a pretty flower?”

Radha watched Josephine fix the bouquet in front of her with care, a smile she couldn’t contain on her lips and in her eyes. She looked happy, and even if Radha knew who sent those flowers and was burning to tell her that Blackwall was hiding something, and to watch out… Whatever made her smile like that couldn’t be all that bad, she considered. She could attach meaning to those flowers, if she wanted, it really hurt no one, as much as a nonsensical way of communicating that was.

“If you say so.” She shrugged in the end, not convinced.

“I think it’s sweet.” Josie kept on, and turned her smile to her  in a way Radha didn’t like. “Wouldn’t you like for Solas to gift you flowers as well, and know he meant something with each one he chose?”

The elf groaned in all answer, rolling her eyes to the ceiling of the office. It was far too silly for her, and as Josephine laughed at the display, she smiled back at the woman and wove a goodbye, turning back and leaving her to attach whatever set of words she wanted to the plants she received.

She crossed the Great Hall, headed to the library, and the thought still stuck, picking at her curiosity all the more because she couldn’t really understand the purpose of it.

She was there when Ydun filled the aravel she and Aisling shared with field flowers, once her sister complained the other never did anything spontaneous. She was there to help Aisling  and her girlfriend clean the damn flowers out of the cart, which took the three of them hours of work, and a big question on what to do with all those flowers.

It had been silly and uncomfortable, and even Aisling had agreed that maybe picking flowers wasn’t that nice. That they were nicer growing in fields, instead of dead just for a fleeting moment of beauty.

That had settled the flower matter, for Radha, and she told Solas right away that if he really wanted to court her, beside not entering her dreams uninvited ever again, not to gift her flowers. And he had listened on both things.

But now, working with Leliana on how to circle the Templar blockade in the Emprise du Lion, reviewing reports and trying to concoct a safe way around the main pathway that could lead an armed group into Sahrnia off track, without having them trapped in the snow… The thought kept bugging her most annoyingly.

So annoyingly than when they were finished for the day, after she checked that Aisling and Dorian weren’t planning on setting themselves on fire or make something else explode that afternoon, she started shuffling the bookshelves until she found… ah.

Floriography.

There was a whole book about it, and it was fairly thick. Surprisingly thick.

Shuffling through pages, she discovered it contained pages upon pages with pictures of every single flower and plant, with instructions on how to recognise the wanted variety precisely, curiosities and other uses. Beside a dictionary of associations, ordered one by flower, one by meaning.

Radha wondered why it wasn’t just a book of botany and nothing more.

But, curious as she always was when meeting something new to learn, she placed herself on her spot on the couch in the rotunda, and started to read. With a grudge, and fully intending to disprove that silly method and silly book.

“I thought you weren’t the type for flowers.”

A known, dear voice chuckles over her, coming to sit beside her some minutes after.

She huffed, settling better to get in contact with him, allowing Solas to hug her shoulders and peek on the page she had opened on her bent thighs, as she kept on reading.

“This language is stupid.”

“Is it? I think it’s a clever way to communicate in an environment where being open is socially frowned upon.”

“Bah.”

She scoffed, not convinced, and turned the page.

“A rose changes its meaning according to the colour. It makes no sense.”

“A letter can stand for two different sounds as well, making equally little sense.”

Radha huffed through the nose, shaking her head. Not convinced at all. Solas chuckled some more, and bent to press a kiss on the side of her head.

“Would you like to try?”

She turned to him, raising one eyebrow in a silent and very disappointed question that, apparently, just amused him more.

“Just to see if it makes sense in the end, or if it’s fun.”

“Crittography is fun and doesn’t require the death of a plant.”

“It’s far less beautiful, tho.” He countered. “The brief time a flower is allowed to bloom adds to its meaning. Even if its life is brief, it’s not less precious. All the more so for it. And the sentiment attached keeps on even if the petals wilts. I find it quite poetic.”

Radha shrugged, seeing the point of his words but not fully agreeing with it. She settled herself more comfortably against his side. If he was in a mood for explanations and reading and not for painting, it was fine with her. Aisling had rubbed off her too much for Radha to not have picked up that love was in touch.

 A slender arm clutched her closer, another kiss made her lips curve up in a smile, and she turned another page, deciding she may as well indulge him. If not just to prove it wrong. It didn’t work for Cullen and Aisling, she didn’t see why it should work for her. But if he wanted to try…

“As you wish.”

“I will think of something.”

She shrugged it off, and went on reading, trying to figure out if the whole thing had some sense upon it. But no matter how much she read, she just couldn’t figure out how one person could look at a bush of lavender and think of Distrust.

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Radha found the first flower three days later, early in the morning when she walked out from her room.

On the ledge of the half wall, just in front of her door, he left her the Floriography book. In its pages he firmed the stalk of the first flower, shining white against the dark of the stone, tiny flowerets gently moving in the breeze that swept the Keep. She conceded herself half a smile, just for the care he took to leave her the guide as well. Shuffling through the pages, it was easy to find the flower she needed. It was a fairly common bloom and she of course knew its name well.

Lily of the Valley: Return of Happiness.

She rolled her eyes to the sky, but kept smiling, as she gently smelled the flower.

Silly and sappy.

She needed to find just the right answer. She was early anyway, she could spend ten minutes finding for something on the damn book.

Facing Aisling and asking her if she could please summon a very specific flower she had but a picture of in a book was another story. She hated to ask, and she knew that of her siblings, the one truly skilled with Creation magic was, without a hint of a doubt, Pavyn. But, she didn’t really trust other mages on such a personal matter, their brother was miles and miles away, and Aisling would have had to do. Even if she smirked with a horribly knowing smile at her. Saying nothing, and at the same time saying everything.

Radha groaned at it, Aisling laughed, and she gave her the flower she had asked anyway, telling her to come anytime for the next. This looked like an important mission, and had the priority, surely.

The flower was left on his desk right after, during lunch.

Ostwick Spiderwort: Momentary Happiness.

Because she was playing the game, but she was playing to prove it silly.

They went on for days, leaving flowers to each other back and forth, in places each one knew the other would have found it and know whom it was from.

When they met, they never spoke about them, of course: the fun was in the secrecy of it, and talking about the flowers would have broken the game.

Solas left her a White Periwinkle: Pleasures of Memory.

Radha shook her head and oomphed, found just the right flower, and pushed Aisling to create it anyway even if she disagreed with her choice of proving a point.

“Can I at least tell him I disagree with-”

“No, Shrimp.”

“Oomph.”

Tevinter Plum, for Privation.

He didn’t say anything, but looked at her funny that evening, raising just one eyebrow as he saw her, in a silent question. She rose one of her own, challenging him to say something. He smiled under his breath and spoke of something else.

The next morning, there was a jonquil in a small glass jar on her spot at Leliana’s table. Leliana smirked knowingly, but all she had to say at the third time she looked at the plant – just to check the jar wasn’t staining the map it rested upon, of course- was:

“It means ‘I desire a return of affection’.”

Radha groaned and urged everyone -who was horribly giggling at her, to get back to work, they had no time to lose in silliness and flowers.

She wasn’t ready to give in so early, so her choice was, and at that Aisling giggled in mirth. Not that Radha minded.

A Lady’s slipper: Win me and wear me.

To which the answer was quick:

Saffron Crocus: Mirth.

Radha smiled at it, and mirth was what she felt. Before the cook saw her with that particular flower in her hand and yelped, asking her where did she found it and if there were others, if there were enough they could have saffron for free and-

Flowers were dangerous, Radha decided, running for her -and mostly for Solas’ life from an overeager cook that would have demanded the mage to grow her a field of crocuses daily, if she had caught her and coaxed a name out of her.

The next flower, she found it herself in the garden, growing spontaneously in the meadows. A fitting answer, she thought, returning to the rotunda just to slip it behind his ear, with a briskness that masked some shyness out of inexperience. He turned, and she was out of the opposite door with just a glance of pink cheeks.

Wild Daisy: I will think of it.

When she finished with her training, patting dust away from her trousers after the Iron Bull threw her to the ground the fifth times as she was distracted by parrying Krem’s sword, his answer was in the scabbard of one of her daggers. For all she blamed this stupid flower thing for being silly and pointless -and it was silly and pointless and a waste of magic- the small twig with red lantern-like fruits brought a smile to her face, and made her forget that her back was sore and she fell badly on her shoulder.

Gooseberry: Anticipation

The game continued in the next days, and keeping a straight face when they were together became more difficult.

Radha thought she had a good control over herself: she wasn’t emotional in the way Aisling was, bursting into tears and smiling wide so everyone could partake in her emotions as well. She felt hers, but always kept them private. This new thing, tho, the expectation of seeing the hint of a coloured petal or of a leaf every way she turned, made her silly.

Her lips curled up in a smile almost automatically when she caught a glimpse of Solas, in a way she found silly and blamed herself for it. It happened to others, it happened to Aisling and Pavyn and Vyrina: it didn’t happen to her. It never did, and she wasn’t interested in having it happen. She was happy as she was.

And yet, seeing him smile back, something melting in his face, posture relaxing ever so slightly, took some of the disappointment away from her.

She left him a sprig of mezereon: Desire to please.

He answered with a white mignonette: Your qualities surpass your charme.

She was happy that he left it in her room, so nobody could see her blush. He wasn’t scarce in compliments, but she wasn’t really good at receiving them. Less of all in replying it: it felt… Too much, too soon, and she didn’t know what she should do.

After hours and hours of mulling it over, thinking if she was ready to be more direct and give a compliment back -he knew she admired him, what more could he want? Courtship was stupid. She decided that maybe not. She also decided that asking Aisling would have been a terrible idea if she didn’t want her sister to arrange with Leliana and Josephine a way to close them both in the same room with candles and rose petals and a chocolate cake so big no couple of living beings could ever dream of eating on their own… she may as well just offer him some sincerity back.

That would have worked better than Aisling setting them up, surely.

Amaryllis: Timidity.

She stayed the whole morning on pins and needles, uneasiness settling in the depth of her stomach in a way that was familiar of every time someone had requested something physical or emotional from her, and she just… Hadn’t it in her, and was made to feel in defect because in the field of love she wasn’t interested… Or in this case, when she surprisingly found herself interested, she needed to proceed slow.

He didn’t make her wait, tho: his answer was waiting for her in the war room, where she was expected for a recollection of the official plan to gather an entrance in the Emprise and Leliana had requested her presence.

A ceramic glass, stained with paint on the border -one of those he used for water when he painted, she knew- with clean water and a sprig of Evergreen Thorn, heavy with firey red berries.

Solace in adversity.

A consolation, and an acceptance. Aisling and Josephine looked at her, seeing the twig. Josie was worried, knowing probably the meaning of it, and asked her if everything was all right.

“Yes.” She answered. “Yes, it is.”

And she was fully sincere in her words.

The answer was fairly easy to find: it was Aisling’s favourite after forget-me-not, and it felt like a witty remark.

A tiger-lily on the top of his scaffolding, in the same glass: For once may pride befriend me.

She was up in the first story of the library, in the corner beside Aisling and Dorian to see his reaction. He turned the flower in his long fingers, and he heard him chuckle, as she had intended him to. He turned towards the nook with a sly smile, caught her eyes.

She felt the shiver of magic and the smell of ozone, and the next thing was something velvety and delicate caressing her right cheek. She startled to the side, thinking of something evil, for to her right there was just stone wall.

It was no demon what met her, but a single flower growing between two stones, and what velvety touched her was its leaf, spiky and sharp beneath delicate rosy and purple flowers.

“Can you go elsewhere before I puke with all this sappiness, please?” Dorian complained, groaning aloud.

“Hush, you!” Aisling giggled, swatting his arm aloud. “They’re cute, leave them be.”

“They’re getting sappier than you and Cullen, and I’m getting diabetes. Too much straight energy for me.” He groaned aloud, as if he was in pain, and let his bust fall heavily back, a wrist on his forehead for added dramatics. “I think I may die.”

Aisling hoomphed under his weight, collapsing back a little in surprise. A pile of books fell down under their combined weight, but they went on bickering about Radha one moment, their experiment the next. In the meanwhile, Radha had found which flower it was, and what did it mean. She snorted a laugh.

Oak leaved geranium: True friendship.

“See? Sappier by the minute, I swear!”

“Leave her be!”

It was, all in all, a nice afternoon full of laughter. And in all sincerity, all Radha could answer was but one flower.

Saffron Crocus: mirth.

It went on for some days more, and Radha slowly and carefully had to admit, if only to herself, that it was indeed amusing to go back and forth that way. No words, no grand declarations nor speech. Just colourful messages, well thought for their synthesis, to the point.

A bellflower in her glass, at breakfast: Gratitude.

Corn straw, deftly braided, between his quills: Agreement.

And then, after a day, when Radha was thinking he had stopped, they got through with it and had their fun but there was only so much they could tell each other through flowers -not thinking that she spent the day looking this way and that expecting a petal, a splash of colour in her field of vision… Another one that left her unsettled.

He had asked her if he could leave a couple of books he had meant to lend her directly in her room, instead of leaving them in the rookery where she was, and let her bring them back herself. She paid it little mind and told him yes, and in the evening, when she returned, there wasn’t just the four volumes of history on her desk. No.

There was a flower on her pillow, bright and colourful on the white of the sheets.

Ranunculus: You are radiant with charms.

Radha felt her breath grow short, the blow stronger this second time around, and she wondered if it was normal. She didn’t like this romance thing, she always felt like she was dancing without knowing the steps nor what he expected from her. This compliment thing… It left her uneasy and terribly, horribly seen.

Was it so bad, this insistence and being seen? Yes. But maybe… She didn’t mind being seen by Aisling, but Aisling had ways that were more delicate, and didn’t put a mirror in her face. This… A rational part in her calmly acknowledged that it was courtship, every animal did it. Birds flaunting coloured feathers to attract the female, hallas fighting for the same reason. Bonding gifts served the same purpose. Reproduction as the end goal. But this wasn’t that. She’s been clear that she wasn’t interested in that, she didn’t want children of her own, and she didn’t know if she would have ever been willing to try more intimacy than kisses. She never had the urge before, after all. He had been understanding and told her he didn’t mind it, he was happy with just whatever she had to give, and wouldn’t have asked for more.

It was the companionship, what she didn’t expect. It was the gratuitous appreciation of what she was, not what she could do, her qualities and skills. The way he listened to her and asked her opinion after long, long explanations, and seemed to value each and every of her words, remembered what she told and interpreted her ways for what they were, appreciated them. It was the smile he had just for her and the tender way his eyes would melt.

It was how her heart beat fast and how her mind could, if she tried, figure out the exact way he would have said “You are radiant with charms”, and how it made her horribly dizzy.

She prayed Aisling was in her room and was alone -she couldn’t face Cullen on this. Creators, asking one person was a lot.

Luckily, she was there and she was alone -made a weird face when Radha confessed she didn’t expect her to be, but was quick in changing the topic. In a way that told her that she didn’t want to talk about it, but still. They sat together on her bad, legs crossed, with all the curtains of the canopy drawn, it almost felt like an aravel: Radha spoke and Aisling listened with attention.

“It’s scary, isn’t it?” She asked in the end, an understanding smile on her face as she cupped her face to look at her in the eyes.

“What?”

“Falling.”

Radha glomped down. Was that it? Was it? All the fuss, all the chasing and sighing, all the novels and poetry, for this? For feeling dizzy and unsure? She didn’t like it. She didn’t like it at all, but something clicked true in her.

She nodded, feeling herself blushing madly.

“Yeah, I know, it’s shitty. Truly horrible.” Aisling agreed, moving forward and dragging her bust down to hug her shoulder, collecting the rogue against her frame. “It’s ok, tho. You can cut the game any time, there’s no obligation to answer. You already told him that you were shy, it’s ok. He won’t insist if you don’t want him to.”

Radha hummed, knowing she was right. It wasn’t anything serious, this game of theirs, anyway. The experiment had proven its point, she could call it out whenever she wanted.

And yet, that ranunculus…

“And- What if I wanted to?” She squeezed her eyes shut and drowned her face in the crook of Aisling’s neck.

Fingers started to thread in her hair, caressing and soothing, a kiss pressed on her cheek.

“Well, then. If you wanted to… You can be sincere about why you don’t want to reply. What about it?” Aisling asked. “Is there another flower for shyness?”

There was, they discovered after running all the way down to Radha’s room and the book. And checking also what Dandelion meant now because Aisling decided she may as well try it too, and “Cullen is definitely a dandelion”. She was very disappointed when she discovered that Dandelions meant “Rustic oracle” (“What does that even mean?? It makes no sense!” and Radha couldn’t but agree). But they found one for her as well, and it was with a sigh to get some courage, that she left it on his desk, very early in the morning.

Peony: Bashfulness, shame.

As embarrassing as it was, that was what she felt.

Waiting for an answer, after all, was still better than dreading answering in the first place. She had work to distract herself with and… Was that Cullen with a crown of dandelions on his head the one Varric and Sera were whistling at?

She had work to distract herself with.

The answer came soon enough, thankfully, and it calmed her down considerably.

A twig with leaves of white poplar: Time.

She smiled at it, relieved in her anxieties. The perfect answer, really, and she felt silly, now, for doubting him so. He gave her time, and time was what she needed. With a fuller heart and a calmer mind, and more faith in the future, she gently pressed one of the leaves in her notebook, as a keepsake, and went on with her day.

Her answer was a columbine: Foolishness.

She felt a little foolish for worrying so, truth to be told, and if sincerity paid off… Why not keeping up? Maybe it would have brought something else of good, while she tried to unwind the ball of yarn her feelings and thoughts got wound up into.

She had time, yes.

The next one was another leaf. One she knew fairly well, and which spoke thankfully more of him than on her.

Arbor Blessing: Unchanging friendship. Live for me.

Radha knew, turning the trail in her hand and rubbing the leaves between two fingers to release the balsamic perfume of them. Surely he meant just the first meaning of it. He was the first one to say she should pursue other interests and friendships that weren’t him. With a dedication she didn’t really understand.

That little slip tho… That little inattention, finding something with a meaning so contrary to whatever he ever told her.

Maybe he was equally bashful about this whole endeavour. Thinking of it, he always spoke of her and her qualities, what he saw in her. Never of what he himself was feeling more deeply than expressing friendship. Before this one. This one little slip that…

Maybe she was reading too much into it. But he was always so precise and careful, measuring his words with such attention, that Radha found hard to believe that he just read half the definition.

Weirdly enough, that little slip made her heart beat, but not with the anxiety of those days before. No. This time it was tenderness, and recognition.

If he was bashful too… Maybe she really had nothing to fear.

Maybe she already had fallen, and she didn’t realise she already landed.

Beside, her mother didn’t raise a quitter.

So, she marched to Aisling and asked her one last flower. This time, knowing perfectly well what she wanted.

The next morning, Solas found a thin vase on his desk, in a corner as if it had been always been there.

Inside, sprouting tall and proud, one single purple lily.

First emotion of love.

Radha, that evening, got back into her room to find not one flower, but a full bouquet. It was just one bloom, and it filled the room with a pleasant, sweet perfume.

Lily of the valley: Return of happiness.

She smiled wide, didn’t mind he entered her room without asking, and let her treacherous heart keep her awake for long, that evening.

Enjoying the sweet smell of lily of the valleys for the brief and precious moment while it lasted, and maybe understanding a little better why people gifted flowers.

Why Lavender meant Distrust, tho, she never understood.

[itsdeathofabachelor]

Remember the post I made about Jotaro being the same level of fucked up as Kakyoin but in different ways? I think I need to give examples because I have a very distinct thing in my brain I need all of you people to grasp to some extent here.

Jotaro is fucking huge. Ginormous for no reason considering he very likely hadn’t had the time to work out in between beating the shit out of local gang members, dashing and dining, and being a bitch to his mother. But because he hasn’t really been in a setting with a bunch of people with similar physiques as him, he has no idea how to act outside of being ‘cool’. Like, he sees no point in flaunting how he looks so he doesn’t, unlike with someone who, say, worked at their body image for months.

So I am being dead serious when I say Holly didn’t make him a school lunch one time (she had such a bad flu bug she couldn’t get out of bed) Jotaro skips all of his classes, entire day ruined. He goes out to the convenience store, red faced, puffy eyed, and shoves a packet of donuts down his shirt. No one even fucking notices. He eats all of them and cries, it’s so fucking funny.

I should probably mention, Kakyoin is one hundred percent the only one who Jotaro could give less of a shit seeing him do this. So he’s there, gingerly explaining the breeding cycles of salmon and trout in hopes of engaging Jotaro’s autism enough so he doesn’t choke and fucking die around the three donuts he shoved in his mouth.

So, six foot five, bulging muscles, could pop a can of tomatoes open if he put it in between his thighs and squeezed slightly, having a breakdown under a tree somewhere in a national park, defeated. A red haired, twitchy twunk drawing with a stick in the ground saying some shit like, ‘you can tell it’s a type of mammal because of its fin bones, even if it’s exclusively in the water now— please slow down Jojo I really don’t want you to throw up again’.

No, like, he’s a mess all the time but would rather die than be around literally anyone when he has that ‘calm before the storm’ meltdown feeling. So he just sort of shows up at Kakyoin’s doorstep like a stray and lays on his bedroom floor for three hours. Sometimes he falls asleep and Kakyoin uses him as a backrest because he always chooses to be face first directly in front of his Atari and Kakyoin wants to play his games.

Kakyoin’s mother one hundred percent thinks Jotaro is some dangerous delinquent who is going to put her son into a grave, life or death peer pressure situation until she sees Jotaro being dragged out of the house by his ankles with an out of breath Kakyoin carting both their bags under one arm, Jotaro’s coat over one shoulder, and Jotaro’s foot in both his hands. Like, ‘We have a math test. I need good grades. I am not explaining to Miss Holly why you have to retake highschool’.

And Jotaro’s completely limp, like three hundred fucking pounds of pure muscle, wearing a tank top, face down with his hat brim dragging on the floor. He looks fucking dead. He looks like a dead fucking rat. And Kakyoin’s mother no longer has nearly as many worries about Jotaro but also is forever cursed with the knowledge that, even if she were to gossip to her book club about it, they would never believe her.

Also, she’s seen Jotaro cry three separate times on the kitchen floor as Kakyoin makes his grilled cheese in the shapes of dolphins because his favourite cereal changed their packaging or Sadao calls and he’s just losing it in a puddle of tears. He never mentions it again and literally goes back to normal like nothing had happened.

He could beat the shit out of a whole biker gang, spear and set their leader on fire, all stoic and angry and totally badass. Everything falls into place with perfectly timed catchphrases and comebacks, but he’ll still be at Kakyoin’s house, twenty minutes later, face down infront of his Atari. And Kakyoin will use him as a back rest to play his games.

[r0yalgrimm-artz]

Kore and Chazz in the year 2024,,,

Since yugioh GX is set in like 2004 at the start of the series and they're like 15-16 there, so like 35-36 (oh JESUS), and I think Chazz and Kore might be married at this point here. Idk mainly because I personally think it would take them a while to get married mainly cause Kore was not exactly one to be in a rush to get married. AND I COULDN'T BE BOTHERED TO SKETCH FUTURE DESIGNS IMMA CRY!!!

But here are some ideas my brain was scrambling:

⚡️ Chazz is a world famous pro duelist basically at this point, absolutely knocking it out of the park. He's finally where he feels like he's meant to be, yet without his brothers help. However, he's somewhat mellowed out as he's gotten much older, but his old personality still lingers. He's still The Chazz we all know and love at heart.

[MORE SHIT UNDER TO READ]

⭐️ Kore does also funny enough become a pro duelist, however that is somewhat a bit later yet she's managing just fine. Chazz is somewhat responsible for helping funding her (that was before they confessed the feelings but shhh).

⚡️ They currently have three kids (idk how the fuck they even agreed to three), with Kore being the fun and exciting parent but knows when to be stern and mature when things get a bit serious. Chazz is surprisingly the somewhat stern parent, however he's a great listener if his kids have problems and is better at giving advice. Plus he might let them get away with a few things it's all good.

⭐️ Kore absolutely misuses modern day internet slang so bad. She has tried this with her kids. Her kids are absolutely embarrassed. Chazz does not even bother, he's just confused. Like wtf is "GYATT"???

⚡️ Chazz ends up needing fucking reading glasses, his vision when reading up close got worse-

⭐️ For all Kore is the physically affectionate one, Chazz has to initiate the affection and love since...Kore forgets. This man just waiting for a smooch as she just obliviously walks past.

⚡️ I am not entirely sure what Chazz's relationship with his brothers would be currently, since originally I had it where they absolutely do not speak to one another. But, maybe they all met up once just to have a brief catch up??? As unrealistic as it sounds, but maybe after that they just all go seperate ways.

⭐️ Kore gets married to Chazz around the age of 29-30. Mainly because Kore and Chazz didn't see each other again till they were like 23-24, but it was mainly Chazz trying to initiate trying to form a bond again (ends up being a romantic bond). Chazz literally tried proposing to her several times and this dumb bitch was like "ehhhh can we hold it off till next year and ask me that again?" Then after a few attempts Chazz just did one last attempt out of frustration probably outside of a gas station and she just was like "hmmmmmmm okay sure <3 But could you put 20 on number 4- " Yeah. Very...romantic.

⚡️ Chazz cannot drive for shit. Kore is the designated driver. Currently has been trying to learn thanks to Kore but he kinda just says fuck it and goes. Nine times outta ten nearly crashes into the side of someone's car.

⭐️ Shopping trips tend to be a nightmare, mainly because Kore wanders off, and Chazz is fighting for his life on trying to find out where tf his spouse just fucked off to. Kore is found wanting to buy several mugs she found cute. Chazz is scolding her like a fucking parent and dragging her back to the shopping cart.

⚡️ Adding onto shopping nightmares, I feel like Chazz still is like "we getting the finer brands" and Kore on the other hand is like "yeah but they have a three for one sale- " then it ends with Chazz forcing the finer brands into the shopping cart. He's paying for the shopping tho so win win???

⭐️ Kore has dragged Chazz out for late night car rides a couple of times. Both going on late night drives, and getting food from drive throughs. Sometimes they'll park somewhere quiet and just chill on the car bonnet and watch the stars. It's a lame as it sounds, but Chazz just sorta let's Kore. I feel like Chazz does enjoy dumb things like these, granted not wanting to be woken up at stupid hours of the morning, but they kinda just star gaze and ramble on dumb shit or problems they're just feeling.

⚡️ Chazz I don't imagine is the most affectionate person during the series of GX, but thanks to Kore's gentle affection and her being slow and steady with Chazz, he grows more affectionate over time. Doing little things like hand holding, leaning against one another while they're sitting, Chazz constantly keeping Kore close - mainly so she doesn't wander off - or small brief head pats in public.

⭐️ Kore doesn't have much identity issues compared to the shit that happened after Season 3 of GX, but now and then I feel as if after what she's gone through she still struggles with her own image and doubts on who she is. Cause ya know, being used as some sort of sacrifice to be rebirthed as some horrifying deity close monster like some shit outta Fear & Hunger meanwhile your other friends are dead and your other friend is some Supreme King and there's some non-binary dragon monster spirit- Yeah that shit crazy. But Chazz does try help reassuring Kore a lot. She might still have the odd nightmares but Chazz immediately hugs her close and let's her silently cry it out. Once she's calm they'll chat after or unless Kore is that tired, then she'll doze back off.

⚡️ Idk why...but I feel like Chazz is somewhat the type of motherfucker that's like "you kids don't know how good you have it these days" or like "they don't Duel like how they used to" idk but it plays on my mind.

⭐️ Kore worries about how she raises her kids, as she doesn't want to cause strain or pressure on them like how her mother used to push her to be the best along with her siblings. Same with Chazz, he worries about how he raises his kids but he's a bit more self aware and doesn't hold unrealistic standards like his brothers did on him.

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As for like their kids, I doubt they'll ever be sketched. Originally I didn't think they'd have any due to their like fear of how they'd raise them. But I've pondered so just in case, then here even tho it really isn't relevant (both English and Japanese names):

🥀 Kenji Manjoume/Kaden Princeton

- First child

- Golden child yee yaw ass

- Gifted then severely burnt out in later years.

- Very soft and sweet wee lil' boy, grows to be a severely tired and irritable man.

- WhoreTM

- Top buttons on shirt always undone, cleavage. Slut behavior.

- Dramatic af, Kardashian style break down if shit doesn't go his way.

- Needs therapy but won't go. Says he's fine. Is not fine.

- Probably Bisexual. Man leaning.

- Fave ice cream: Cookie Dough.

💎 Himari Manjoume/Harper Princeton

- Second child

- Actually was planned. Ended up being a nightmare child (feral gremlin).

- Was the cutest baby, but underneath would attempt to set someone on fire.

- Tried cutting Atticus' hair once. In his sleep.

- Very chill in later years.

- Quiet and intimidating looking which makes people fear her (is actually super shy and easily flustered someone talk to her).

- Lifts. Has been passed down the beef genes (thanks to Kore and Riley's papa <3).

- Absolutely spoiled by Chazz when she was little. Deffo some form of Daddy's girl surprisingly....

- Can now easily pick up Chazz in later years. She strong. That ain't yo lil' girl Chazz you raised King Kong. Still loves her tho. Just is startled at how she can easily pick him up.

- Literally a beast duelist. Yet fumbles when her crush talks to her.

- Likes to dress very feminine. Very into skin and hair products.

- Very into girl's....is shy to even ask out.

- Fave ice cream: Mint chocolate chip.

✨️ Ekou Manjoume/Elijah Princeton

- Third child.

- Ultimate accidental child.

- Actually the most chilled baby to raise.

- Yet found ways to get into places he shouldn't like the balcony, cupboards, under the bed, on top of the closet,,?

- Very soft and shy little bab, a full on enthusiastic dumbass in later years.

- Zero braincells.

- Surprisingly academically super smart. Yet lacks common sense at times.

- Acts very flamboyant. Yet has ultimate rizz. Doesn't even realise he has rizz, he's a fucking idiot-

- Somewhat looks more like Chazz. Hilariously. Yet has more of Kore's enthusiasm and her life filled eyes. Probably will cause arson though.

- No filter. Says the most outlandish, borderline horrific down bad shit your poor ears have ever heard.

- Bisexual??? Somewhat woman leaning.

- Fave ice cream: HAH. He lactose intolerant like Kore....likes a lot of sorbet tho. Mainly lemon or lime flavoured desserts.

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This is all of my rambling I will croak now if anemia doesn't do it-

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Dancing 'til the break of dawn - Pt5

<Pt4

(TWST zombie apocalypse au for all your crack-fic needs)

“You know, I’ve been thinking,” began Deuce.

Ace nearly dropped his bowl. “You have?!”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

“Yeah, Ace, if you’re going to insult him, you might as well be original,” said Yuu.

Deuce narrowed his eyes at Yuu, before apparently deciding that he was just going to let that one slide. “So, Grim can clearly understand us, right?”

“Yeah,” said Ace. “But he can’t talk back because he’s a zombie.”

“No, zombies can talk, Grim can’t because he’s a cat,” Yuu said, shaking his head.

“Zombies can talk?!” Ace said, suddenly far more interested in this conversation.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t much more to say on the subject: “Yeah, the ones that still have vocal cords can, but they’re kinda boring. They just kinda go ‘Yuuuuuuu’ to get my attention and then when I give it to them they go all weird and run away.”

Ace and Deuce looked at Grim. Grim seemed very interested in licking his paws clean. Makes sense, it is the apocalypse, after all, it’s not like the ground is particularly clean. Yuu frowned as he thought about the state that Grim’s poor toe pads must be in. He really should get on those booties for him. His hairballs are going to have all sorts of junk in them.

… do zombie cats have hairballs?

Wait. Can zombies digest food at all? Where do all of the humans that they’re eating go? Do zombies have to go to the bathroom –?

Deuce cleared his throat to cover up a laugh, dragging Yuu out of that particular spiral before he could go too far. “Right, okay. Uh, I was just wondering if there was a way that he could talk back? But I guess that answers that…”

“Oh, you want to try, like, a Spirit Box or something?” Ace asked.

“... a what now?” said Deuce.

“Like… it’s this radio that ghost hunters use to talk to ghosts. It cycles through radio stations super fast, you ask it questions, and if a ghost wants to it can… speak through the box, I guess?”

“Would that work, though?” Deuce asked, frowning. “I mean… Grim isn’t dead, is he…?” He seemed to realize that talking about Grim’s status like Grim wasn’t there was rude, because he turned to the zombie and asked, “Are you?”

“You can’t just ask zombies if they’re dead, Deuce,” Yuu chided. And then he considered the question and realized he actually very much wanted to know the answer. “I can, though. Hey, Grim, are you dead?”

Grim gave him a flat look. This… didn’t help answer the question.

See, this is why they need the Spirit Box!

(And, really, it’s not like they have anything else to do, so…)

~

After quickly checking out the store to make sure it was actually as empty as it originally seemed (and to see if there was any food or water left, though they had known better than to actually hope for something like that), they wandered around with carts. They had a list of things they absolutely needed, such as a radio and a generator with a hand crank, but they weren’t that concerned with it.

Why not?

Well, because they are teenagers. And, as teenagers who had only recently been freed from the shackles of having parents who want them to be safe and healthy, with no laws and no one around to judge them…

Well, they were playing bumper carts. Yes, carTs, with a T.

Yuu shrieked as his cart went careening into Deuce’s, their heads slamming against each other’s. He hissed in pain, sinking to rest his now-aching head against the front of his cart. Yikes. He wasn’t sure they could afford losing any more brain cells. But, perhaps, the loss of brain cells was even more of a problem than he had originally thought, because he still hopped out of the cart and started toward the front of the store for another one so they could play again.

He would have continued self destructing, but then Ace’s cart slammed into an aisle way too hard, and he was thrown out, into the aisle itself. He disappeared into a flurry of towels. Which should have been enough to cushion his fall, but then the aisle toppled over, and hit the next aisle, and then that one fell onto the next, and…

You get the picture.

Finally, with one final resounding screech of metal, the last aisle ran out of things to topple over, instead crashing into the milk and eggs aisle and then falling still. There was definitely a foul smell emanating from there, now, but they weren’t close enough to have to worry about it.

Besides, they had something else to worry about.

Deuce and Yuu looked at each other, eyes wide, and then back at the mess, searching for any sign of movement.

Ace pushed off some rubble so he could flash them a thumbs up.

They breathed a sigh of relief.

Grim, on the other hand, who had taken residence on one of the shelves to avoid the chaos ensuing below, looked disgruntled. He’d had to move, after all, and that must have been such a difficult thing for his poor baby. Yuu cooed and rushed to scoop up him up, smoothing out ruffled fur.

Ace gave Deuce, who had helped him out, a vague nod of acknowledgement, before sending Yuu a particularly harsh glare. It was an ‘I’d kill you if I wouldn’t immediately get targeted by every zombie in the country’ kind of look. But Yuu was immune, on account of the whole ‘It’d be your funeral, too’ thing. So he just smiled and hugged his darling closer.

“Thanks for your help,” Ace said sarcastically.

“You’re welcome!”

~

Their cart loaded up with a radio and hand crank generator – as well as some other miscellaneous things like yarn, a few marshmallow guns they were hoping might have candy in them, and some towels they could for makeshift bandages  – they started heading out.

Unfortunately, the cart stopped the moment they left the parking lot. All three of them went perfectly silent as they remembered that lots of carts were rigged to keep homeless people from stealing them. Maybe it was magnets, or something? All Yuu could tell was that the cart really didn’t want to pass over the yellow line at their feet.

Damn hostile architecture. Didn’t the old lawmakers realize that purposefully making things even harder for homeless people would be very annoying during an apocalypse?!

Deuce scoffed and walked around the cart, kicking each and every one of the wheels as hard as he possibly could.

And then he continued pushing the cart.

It passed over the yellow line with ease.

Well, maybe ‘with ease’ is not quite the right word,  because now all four wheels were somewhat out of place. But, regardless, they were still working far better than before.

Ace and Yuu looked at each other with wide eyes.

“How’d you know that would work?” Yuu asked.

“Percussive maintenance works on everything,” Deuce said, his eyes not meeting his.

Now, if it was just Yuu, Yuu probably would have let it go. But it was not, and Ace slung his arm around Deuce’s shoulders. “Someone’s lying.”

“Yeah, Grim,” said Deuce.

This was, technically, true. Grim was lying down, in Yuu’s arms.

“Oh come on, Deuce, you’re not that stupid,” Ace teased.

“I might be.”

“Are you sure that you want to win that argument?” Yuu asked, raising an eyebrow.

Deuce hesitated. On one hand, he clearly didn’t want to admit to whatever it was. On the other, arguing that you’re actually extremely dumb is not an amazing thing for your self-esteem. This was quite the conundrum.

One he didn’t really have much time to consider. Because, while the walk back ‘home’ could never be considered short, Ace wasn’t particularly patient. He was, however, extremely annoying, poking at Deuce’s face and ribs to try and get him to open up.

At least he was using his finger and not a knife. Progress.

Eventually, Deuce sighed and gave in. “Fine, but promise you won’t tell anyone, okay?”

“... literally who would we even tell?” Yuu asked.

Deuce’s face reddened. “Just promise!”

Ace and Yuu gave each other confused looks, but then shrugged. If, somehow, all three of them were saved, they would not tell their new government about Deuce’s… probable crimes, guessing by the current way the conversation was going.

As long as he didn’t tell the government about their definite crimes, at least.

Deuce cleared his throat. “Before… everything, I was… a bit of an asshole. My mom was great, but without a dad around… you know the stereotype, I’m sure. Uh… I got into some shit I shouldn’t have. It stressed my mom out, and… I always said I’d get better ‘tomorrow’. But now…” His grip tightened on the shopping cart, briefly. For the first time, Yuu noticed a myriad of pale scars lining his hands. “But that’s in the past. By the time this is over, and I see my mom again, I want to be… no, I’m going to be better..”

Yuu and Ace looked at each other, unsure of what to say for a minute. They had expected drama, not whatever this was. This was a surprisingly genuine conversation that Deuce was roping them into, and that was a rarity in their ‘friend’ group for a reason. None of them were particularly good with the whole emotions thing, as is normal for teenagers and people who manage to survive months in apocalyptic scenarios. So teenagers who had managed to survive months in an apocalyptic scenario were just about the worst things they could be at the moment.

So, what should they do?

… hopefully, if they continued treating Deuce like they normally would, he would understand that they didn’t see him any differently just because he used to be awful. Because Yuu was not going to say any of that aloud, thank you very much.

Instead, he begins with, “I mean… I’m all for personal growth and all –.”

“I’m not,” said Ace. Thank you for your input, Ace.

“ – but I’m not sure that the apocalypse is the best time to decide to be a morally upstanding person.”

Deuce looked at him warily for a minute, and then snorted. “Dude, you are such a hypocrite.”

“No, I’m not. Everything I do is perfect and amazing.”

Ace raised an eyebrow. “Your best friend is a zombie.”

One time! He befriended a zombie one time!

But he had already made this point before, to no avail, so it was time for Yuu to try a different method. He smiled, softly. “Well, I met you guys, so was it really a mistake?”

Ace and Deuce went red. Grim’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“You can’t just flirt your way out of being called out,” Ace muttered.

His smile dropped into a pout immediately. “Awwww why nooooot?”

Grim bunted his head against Yuu’s shirt in an attempt to cheer him up. At least the problematic zombie he had adopted was on his side.

~

It took longer than one would have liked to get enough power saved in the generator for the radio to start up. Only one of them could actually turn the crank at any one time, and Deuce and Ace had been talking about taking turns, so Yuu decided it was the perfect time to find a quiet (secluded, hidden) corner to learn knitting.

Frankly, he kind of wished that he had just helped them. Knitting is, apparently, very hard. He squinted at the pattern in the book he’d picked up, and then down at what he had spent the last hour and a half making. It would, nicely put, be called a bundle of string. He was going to cry. How the hell did he manage to create the legendary gordian knot by accident?

“Grim, just turn me into a zombie already,” he lamented, throwing down his knitting needles so he could rest his head in his hands.

“Don’t try to get yourself killed,” Deuce said. “Especially not because you’re bad at knitting, of all things.”

“We still haven’t established whether it’s actually dying,” Yuu said, which might not be the strongest defense, but it was the only one he could come up with on the fly.

Deuce sighed. Deeply.

And then a hand grabbed Yuu by the ear. He shrieked and immediately scrambled to follow the hand for the sake of not dying. This is the true problem with people raised by single mothers. They are simply too good at getting people to listen to them. Yuu, who had had two parents, was not as effective – he tried screaming for Grim, but Grim just seemed amused by the whole situation. The traitor.

Deuce could kill him! Or torture him! And Grim would just be sitting idly by!

When he told Grim this, Grim almost seemed to laugh. Yuu hadn’t even known that cats could do that.

This is the worst day ever.

At least he got to sit down on Ace’s futon to await his fate. Ace had gotten less stingy over the past few days. Given enough time, Yuu was pretty sure he could wear the boy down enough to sleep on the futon with him, because he was getting sick of the sleeping bag, and dragging a mattress from the nearest apartment complex sounded like way more effort than he was willing to put in.

Ace came to sit next to him, fiddling with the settings on the radio, and Deuce took the spot on his other side. They huddled somewhat closer than they usually might to watch as the radio flickered to life, the high whine of static meeting their ears. Grim snapped to full attention. Ace began flipping through stations…

There was a fundamental flaw to their plan, though, as they quickly realized.

In order for their makeshift Spirit Box to work, there would need to be radio channels for them to cycle through. And there were none. No one was concerned with playing the greatest hits when the zombie apocalypse was going on.

Yuu flopped back onto the futon. “Guys. I think we might be stupid.”

[foster-the-world]

Funny baby boy things

Baby boy loves learning Spanish words. I dont know Spanish so often look up words on my phone. This morning he was in my room while I was getting dressed. He says “Mom how do you say boobies in Spanish. Ask your phone.” Then proceeds to take my phone and ask Siri.

Last night at the schools monthly literacy night dinner they had Harlem Magic Masters - a DJ and three basketball players who do tricks and entertain the crowd. They were very good. The kids loved them. At the beginning they did a dance contest. Baby boy went up by himself and the crowd went wild because he’s perfect. If anyone ever questioned if he has ADHD (they don’t) his dancing would prove it. It’s rapid fire movement with some break dancing thrown in. When announcing the winners they called one older girl up to give her a hat. Quincy then walks himself right up there, stands in front of him and puts his hand up. So freakin cute. Not sure who the real winner was but they couldn’t really say no. He was very happy with his baseball hat. The third winner was his little best friend who was also thrilled beyond believe. Rebel also won a ball catching contest - along with her sweet classmate. Bee was not happy to be the only non winner but all of the kids got free books from scholastic book fair stock so she was appeased. She chose one of the Harry Potter books we haven’t gotten to, yet.

Need to get through PTA meeting tonight and then finish packing for our early flight to London.

Managed to secure 75 free chick-fil- meals for teacher appreciation week. Our local restaurant does not have any homophobic policies and we aren’t actually giving them any money - so I figure it’s okay. Also got about $250 in gift cards to stack a dessert/drink snack cart we will deliver to each class. And a local bagel shop gives 75 bagels every year. Starbucks donated coffee - so we will have a nice breakfast.

Yesterday the Principals friend told her about a 70k capital improvement grant due tmrw. At first I said I couldn’t get it together. Then started thinking about how we could make our family room/meeting classroom so much better. I managed to get the whole application done at work today. My husband checked for grammar and said you could not tell it was done in only 1-2 hours. It certainly wasn’t perfect but I’m glad I took the time. I felt kind of bad but did not have the time/energy to send around to other exec team members for feedback. I figure it was worse to ask for advice and then ignore it then to just not ask. I didn’t want it hanging over my head tonight. I did tell the other members I was applying. Now it’s submitted- worse they can do is say no.

[astranite]

A continuation for the insistent Virgil fans. (Untitled)

Some more for the Virge fans, and everyone because of encouragement! (I’m very happy that you actually liked it.) I enjoyed writing this extra bit, it got longer than I thought it would.

Just calling this a low pressure piece of writing, just get out a something without worrying about it being that perfect on a technical front. I’ve honestly proof read this once, and fairly half-assedly at that. Also throwing medical accuracy out the window for this, ignoring what I know because narrative reasons and can’t be bothered to research what I don’t know.

Don’t worry, Virge’ll be okay. In a bit. Just not right now. (...Might do a third part even.)

Part One (This won’t really make sense without it, and who’d say no to more Thunderbirds?)

Warnings for descriptions of injury.

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“Alan, Gordon, go prepare the med bay. “ John voice snapped through both their comms. 

Alan jumped and Gordon’s arms briefly tightened around him. 

“FAB Thunderbird Five,” they both answered, Alan a second behind. He’d been too surprised by Gordon’s serious response coming right next to his ear. Where was the joke about John getting the tinies to do the heavy lifting, or something? When they were paired together, Gordon was always teasingly ribbing him or cracking silly one liners or pointing out funny things to make Alan laugh. Even in the serious moments he has smiley eyes. Alan would even take the awful puns right now. Anything that meant Gordon sounded like Gordon. 

Or Virgil’s puns which were worse, but they’d mean his big brother speaking and okay and right there with him. He had Gordon but Alan just wanted his bigger brothers. 

Gordon nudged him to get them moving towards Thunderbird Two. A hand on his baldric tugged him around when Alan half turned to look behind them. He didn’t see anything, just Scott still crouched on the ground. At this point he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to. 

Inside the green ‘bird, he and Gordon went through the medical equipment. With trained efficiency they prepped the bay for receiving a patient. It was better to be moving. At least he wasn’t just waiting helplessly, straining his ears listening out for the slightest noises, trying to put the pieces together but not able to see what was going on. He was doing something to help his brothers, he was making a difference. Or he hoped so. It still felt like it wasn’t enough, that somehow he could be, should be doing more.

Gordon had more medical training than Alan did so he was preparing medications, drawing stuff up from vials that had scary names with way too many letters in them. Alan recognised the type of strong painkillers he’d only been given once. It had been when he’d last broken his arm, a nasty compound fracture that hurt like screaming white hot. After the drugs he’d apparently been deliriously babbling about spaceships, but he’d have to take his brothers’ words for it because they’d knocked him out good. That Virgil might be injured badly enough to need them wasn’t a fun idea. 

Alan ran system diagnostics on the med scanner one last time, then handed it off to Gordon when it all came up clear. Next he checked their crash cart by the procedure Grandma had drilled into him. He never wanted to think about actually having to use it. Especially not on a brother, not on Virgil. The only thing keeping him from completely freaking out was that Gordon was letting him check it over instead of doing it himself. He knew Gordon trusted him to do it right, but also it meant he didn’t think they would likely need it. 

Gordon’s hand landed on Alan’s shoulder when they were done with the checks and he drew Alan into his side. This time Alan went willingly. He leant heavily on him, because Gordon was warm and comforting and here right now, and Alan needed that. 

Two’s doors opened with a clank and whirr. Alan’s first thought was that Virgil looked so small. He was limp in Scott’s arms, head lolling against Scott’s shoulder.  Scott was carrying him, carefully supporting his body, paying attention only to Virgil, not Gordon and Alan. It made Scott look small too, his lean frame contrasting with Virgil’s bulk. Their eldest brother didn’t usually pick up their biggest brother, that was usually reserved for the younger ones and John because he was a lanky space noodle that even Alan could sort of lift if he tried hard enough. To see Scott bracing himself, face set in stubborn determination, and Virgil not responding at all was awful.

Alan quickly moved towards them, to stand on Scott’s left next to Virgil’s head. On the other side, Gordon did the same, sharing words with Scott. 

He stared at his helpless big brother. Virgil wasn’t meant to be like this. He was the strong one, the steady one who kept them all together. Alan could always rely on him to just be there when he needed him. Now Scott was cradling him like he was the most precious and breakable person in the world. Alan didn’t know what to do.

Gordon kept talking and John too, but Alan wasn’t really listening anymore. The actual medical part would be up to his big brothers.

Scott gently lay Virgil on the med bay bed, hanging on for a second too long before he let go for Gordon to attach a med scanner. Then they were both standing in front of Virgil, leaving Alan once again staring at grey on blue and yellow on blue, with only the tiniest hint of green peeking through. 

Alan still couldn’t tell what was wrong. Virgil was unconscious and that was bad, Alan knew that from his training. But he couldn’t tell why. 

He didn’t think Virgil had hit his head, but he didn’t know. It was definitely possible, the bridge collapsing had left a mess of concrete dust in the air and debris falling. Head wounds bled a lot but he couldn’t see any blood, though maybe Virgil’s dark hair was hiding it. He’d seen a hint of red smeared at the corner of Virgil’s mouth, jumping out because of its bright colour. Hopefully just from chomping on his lip until it bled which was likely enough, but Alan’s mind was going straight to internal bleeding and literally coughing up a lung. 

Dull reflections from the med scanner displays lit up the metal flooring in greens and ambers. Alan let out a sigh of relief at the lack of reds. 

Gordon stepped out of the way to go for something in the storage lockers and Alan finally saw what was wrong with Virgil.

Alan swallowed hard. It looked really, really bad. 

He’d once see Virgil in his workshop straightening out a support strut from the exosuit that during a rescue had gotten all bent out of shape. Except right now Virgil’s leg looked like that. 

His knee was not meant to be at that angle, knees weren’t supposed to be able to do that. Scott was carefully supporting the joint between his hands and Gordon was grabbing splints. 

There’d been much worse injuries Alan has seen up close as a rescue operative. Way worse. But this was his brother. 

He froze up, just staring at Virgil’s leg, unable to look away, until his other brothers blocked his view again.

Gordon finished his tasks and stepped back, leaving Scott was still fussing with equipment near Virgil and watching over him.

As soon as he managed to unlock his body, Alan threw himself at Gordon. He didn’t know whether Virgil’s knee was dislocated with the joint all messed up or the bones completely broken to pieces, and normally he’d just ask Virgil a medical question like this but right now he couldn’t because it was Virgil lying in that bed. 

Alan hid his face against Gordon’s wetsuit. It was the same position Gordon had held him before when he didn’t want Alan to see Virgil’s injuries but this time Alan was trying his hardest to snuggle closer so he didn’t have to see.